The Light of Hope in the Turkish Sky
Punishment

"My friend too. Thank you so much for today. Because it was late afternoon and work was done. I'll go back first" said Salma.

"Yes, be careful" Zafir said. Salma nodded and left.

Arriving at the parking lot. Salma then got into her car. He started the engine and prepared to go home. But he seemed to remember something.

"What the heck is there less," he said while observing the surroundings.

Several notifications appear on the lock screen. That made Salma open it immediately. There were some messages he had not seen from his sister, Dinar.

"That's good the kid came home. If you can not be angry all-out as papa," said Salma. He immediately drove his car away from school.

About twenty minutes drive. Salma arrived at the housing complex. Housing is quite luxurious. The gate opened and Salma put the car into the garage.

The sound of the shoes he was wearing echoed throughout the atmosphere of the living room. But the heavy voice of his father stopped his steps.

"Where have you been? why is it so late?" asked Haidar who was sitting on the sofa while enjoying hot coffee.

Salma rolled her eyes lazily. "Yes from dong pa school. I had business then so I went home late," he said.

Ghina approached the father and son. He put the cake he made on the table. "Dinar with you, right, son? He hasn't come home yet either" he said.

Salma scrunched her forehead confused. "Ga there, I went home alone. Dinar was already home first pack ojek. Time not home yet? The journey of the motorbike package is more flat as well, it can hit traffic jams," he replied.

Outside the mega house overcast above the sky will soon drop its water. The thunder started to sound. This month, it is predicted that rain will fall.

"You really did travel by riding the bike faster. But why hasn't he got it yet. Did something happen to Dinar?" Ghina. The face that was originally ordinary now turned anxious. Imagining something bad happening to her son made her worry even more.

Haidar put down his coffee cup. "Outside the rain again. You're on the usual road, right? It should be if Dinar ride ojek definitely meet you."

"I don't know pa. During the road I don't see Dinar" Salma said.

"It's not my fault I dong pa. I told you there was activity at school. I even just opened a Dinar message when I wanted to go home. So where's my fault? If Dinar is smart and wants to be good. Why didn't he tell me to pick up papa or the driver" Salma replied.

Haidar really has been provoked by emotions now. When things start to get tense. The boy made things worse.

"SILENCE! You're not helping Salma. Papa is tired of you gini continues. Go back to your room" Haidar snapped to Salma. Salma who heard him gasped in shock, his father had not been snapping at him for a long time. But now? Look even with a small mistake though the snaps are sliding from the tongue.

"Dinar came home ma pa," chirped Dinar who had just arrived home soaking wet.

"Oh my God, son. How can you get soaked? Long time home too. You really are gapapa?" ghina asked with attention. Salma looked sick of seeing the drama.

Dinar looked at her brother for a moment. "I'm gapapa kok ma. It was just the time of his trip home that his motorcycle broke down. I wait for his brother to finish Ma's work. Actually I saw Salma's sister earlier, just because Salma's brother brought her to date the possibility is very small to see me. And about me who was soaked last time the rain had fallen I did not take a shady because there was no land to shelter," he explained.

After listening to Dinar's explanation. Haidar turned his gaze to Salma. "See? Actually what's wrong here is you Salma. If only you did not speed it could not be Dinar until soaking wet like this," hardiknya.

Salma squeezed the end of her uniform hard. The anger had taken hold of his heart. The feeling of tightness continues to lurk in the chest.

"ALWAYS SALAHIN ME. Why anyway? Why papa always pays attention to stepchildren papa better than his own biological children. What do you think I am? Dinar rain shower I was wrong, Dinar ride my ojek wrong, Dinar wrong uniform I was wrong, Dinar did not eat me wrong. I was all wrong for a long time. When the hell, did I actually get my eyes on papa? Where did Papa Salma know first? Where's?" shouts Salma with chest up and down holding the still burning anger. The stream of small rivers had piled up in his eyes. Because Salma is a weak person about feelings. He has the kind of anger with crying.

"Your path is Salma. Who taught you this? Who taught you to be disrespectful to your parents? Where is the religious knowledge that you have given to you?. You have crossed the line. Papa's gonna freeze your credit card for a week for a while. For pocket money and other school needs you think for yourself." snapped Haidar.

Salma ran out of the living room and went to her room. His chest was no longer strong enough to hold back his anger. He wanted to immediately vent it through something.

Salma throws her bag over the study chair. He ran towards the balcony. The atmosphere is very calm. The noisy sound of rainwater creates a calming harmony.

"WHY! WHY IS MY LIFE THE SAME. I'M CAPEK," he shouted loudly. Salma breathed out all her emotions by yelling and crying. It felt like a huge stone had just been moved from his shoulders.

"God, why does it have to be gini? Now how am I supposed to? Credit cards are frozen, which means I have to work so I can get money. The salary if you think yes enough for the cost of living. Worse yet my SPP money has not been paid. Oh God, is this not too much for Salma?" said monologue.

Salma pondered her decision. He couldn't possibly ask why his father would pay because he claimed he was the firstborn. "I tried to ask Zafir. Who knows if he has a workplace recommendation for a high schooler." Zafir is like a magic sac that helps all of Salma's circumstances.